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[gwaine]

Who: Gwaine and YOU
What: There's a shirtless man walking around that looks like this. What do you mean what?
When: Today!
Where: Anywhere in the castle and grounds you want except your bed
Rating: P for Pectorals (no really it's all family friendly fun unless someone with colorful language comes along)
Note: Tag yourselves in please! Action spam

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[saccharosium]

Stocking is sitting in the lobby, one bare leg crossed over a stocking-covered one as she eats a fruit tart. Her other stocking, now currently in the form of a katana, sits on the table in front of her. She is staring at it as she eats, but she isn't really all there.

[gwaine]

Gwaine spots her and walks over, a ready smile on his lips.

"Excuse me, my lady. I wonder if you could you point me in the direction of the kitchens?"

[saccharosium]

She blinks and looks up at this guy, pausing for a few seconds. She is comprehending a) who is this guy that just broke her concentration; b) why said guy is shirtless at the moment (although she can chalk it up to exercise, but he does not seem exerted or sweaty); c) goddamn, Panty is missing out on some prime God-built man right here.

"I can show you the way." One final bite of her tart, and she puts the plate down to deactivate the katana and slide her stocking back onto her leg before standing. "Are you new here?"

[gwaine]

It's all the castle's fault. Not that anyone's really complaining.

"Yes, I am. Thank you for you help."

[wolfuncaged]

Fenris is on his usual hunted walk between rooms he's couch-surfing on when he sees...some shirtless guy wandering around.

This gives him reason enough to pause in his walking to watch said shirtless guy curiously. Because, hey, issues with certain residents or not, he's still a man and Gwaine is pretty eye catching.

[gwaine]

Gwaine is actually a piece of lost eye candy. He looks more than a little bemused as he heads down the hall, taking the time to read the names on the doors. Save a knight, Fenris.

[wolfuncaged]

Well, saving a knight WOULD piss Anders off quite a lot. He considers just...walking by for a moment, but luckily for Gwaine, Fenris' loss is a pain in the ass, too.

"...Are you... alright?"

[gwaine]

He shrugs, just the briefest movement of his shoulders. "Yeah. Just lost. Wouldn't happen to have seen a door marked 'Gwaine' have you, mate?"

[save_the_souls]

Allen wasn't having a good week.

Not that Allen had a lot of stellar weeks with his bad luck, but even this one was being worse than his usual. And thus he's in the kitchen, stress eating and trying to think about what he was supposed to do about...everything. It's a good thing his metabolism won't allow him to gain a pound even if he wanted to, because he's packing in a good amount of doughnuts.

When he sees Gwaine walking by? He inwardly groans and reaches to grab another.

[gwaine]

Nevertheless, when Gwaine sees Allen, he immediately beams and heads over. Allen's fun to tease.

"What brings you out this way?"

Don't mind him, he'll just be grabbing one of your doughnuts.

[save_the_souls]

He does mind! Except he doesn't stop him. Instead he's inwardly wondering what was it with people he didn't like never getting the message to leave him alone.

But he'll answer honestly.

"Sometimes my appetite far exceeds what my paychecks could ever cover. So I eat frequently at the castle."

[gwaine]

Gwaine doesn't mind. As he takes a bite of the doughnut, he shoots Allen a questioning look.

"You eat this much and you're still this thin? How do you manage that?"

[daine]

As Gwaine wanders into the stables for whatever reason, one of the first noticeable things present is the fact that all of the horses are eerily quiet. Their attention seems to be focused on something near one of the last stalls. It's like something out of a bad horror movie, not that he knows what that is, but it's the point of the matter.

[gwaine]

As Gwaine wanders into the stables for a reason he's not recalling right now, he makes a face when he notices the eerie silence. A hand on his sword, he creeps further inside until he comes up to the last stalls. Not sure what to expect but doubting it's anything good, he peers around the edge.

[daine]

Crouched inside the stall is a young woman with dark, curly hair that's tied into a ponytail, obviously fighting to free itself. On top of that are numerous pieces of straw sticking up and out from her hair and clothes, wherever they've managed to find a place to cling.

"You don't have to be on guard, I don't bite. Though, this lady might if you get too close," the woman says, not bothering to face him.

If Gwaine peers in a little more, he'll see what she's talking about. In front of her is a cat laid out on its side, a small litter of newborn kittens there as well.

[gwaine]

He straightens, hand loosening around the hilt even if he doesn't actually let go. He smiles sheepishly.

"I apologize, my lady. I've just never seen the animals so quiet even with somebody else in the stables."

Despite our many open tags... I just can't resist the naked man.

[fishy_go_byebye]

And, when someone is wandering, Del has no problem falling to to step with them an wandering as well.

Besides, he looks cold.

NO ONE CAN

[gwaine]

"Good morning, Del." He smiles. "No more swims?"

<3

[fishy_go_byebye]

Oh no. No no no. NO more swims.

But she does wish up a shirt and drape it over his shoulders. It takes some stretching on her part, and she stand on her tippy toes before she forgets the need for ground and floats a bit. It's also mostly made of fishnet.

Begger can't be choosers, however.

"They smell like lack of fish."

1/2

[gwaine]